Flawed by Design
Think your sins are ruining God's plans for your life? Think again.
© 2004 by Martin Zender
Paperback. 80 pages. Illustrated.

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The story behind the cover
    by Martin Zender


Published by Starke & Hartmann
P.O. Box 6473
Canton, OH 44706











Cover Story

My first idea for the cover of Flawed by Design was for me to be holding a coffee mug with a hole in the bottom, with coffee spurting out. I’d be looking at the coffee sideways, like, "Oh, look at this flawed vessel." I went to work the next day, set up my camera by the window sill as always (I open the louvered shutters to get good natural lighting), and tried a couple self-timed photos. After looking at two or three shots, I thought to myself, this is a really bad idea. Not only did the posing look corny, but I knew I’d have some tricky work to do in PhotoShop to get the coffee to "spurt" out the bottom. (I wouldn’t want to ruin a good coffee mug, would I?) So right then I abandoned my cover idea and started from scratch.

I decided to throw on a jacket and go outside with my digital camera. I would walk around town and see if anything struck me. I was open to anything. It was still very early in the morning, about 7 a.m. This was on a dreary and drizzly Monday late last April.

I live in an old town—it’s a village, actually—and most people would probably consider the downtown area to be run-down. I see it as a source of art. I like the dilapidated, urban look. I see it as a parable of God breaking things, setting the backdrop for a future demonstration of glory. The wall behind me on the Martin Zender Goes To Hell cover, for instance, is part of the back end of the post office. I just went out shooting old walls one day and I liked how the sun hit this one, and how the bricks came through the plaster, and the weeds came up from beneath. On this rainy day in April, I was looking for the same type of dilapidation, but of the "flawed" variety. Looking back, I believe I was searching for sadness.

For some reason, I wandered behind the beauty shop first, which is across the road from me, beside the bank. I looked down and saw a flowerpot. It had a rotten plant drooping up and out over it, so droopy that the plant practically touched the ground. It looked like Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree. I wasn’t overly struck by it, but I took a couple of pictures of it anyway.

Next, I looked ahead and to my left and saw a rusty blue bicycle turned upside down. It looked like a kid had been working on it maybe back in 1972, got discouraged, and left it. I liked the rust on the chrome, and the particular shade of blue. I walked over and took two or three shots of it. I wasn’t thrilled, so I turned around to walk out of the alley and go behind the bar. That’s when I saw it.

I know it sounds like a cliché to say that I stopped in my tracks, but this is exactly what I did when I saw the statue, about two and a half feet tall, standing next to an old cement birdbath. I knew instantly that this was my Grail, though I didn’t know yet just how perfect it was. I walked quickly to it, sure that I was looking at art. What in the world was this doing behind a bar? It looked like something dug up in ancient Greece, or Rome.